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  1. Há 3 dias · Rupert Brooke’s poem offers a portal to the mystery we call Corpus Christi. Both the poem and the feast suggest that a pure and noble life does not go down into the darkness of death.

  2. Há 3 dias · The Old Vicarage, Grantchester. Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room; And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink; And down the borders, well I know, The poppy and the pansy blow . . . Oh! there the chestnuts, summer through, Beside the river make for you.

  3. Há 1 dia · 1 The Great Lover, in Rupert Brooke: Collected Poems, The Oleander Press, Cambridge 2010, p. 125. 2 C. Hassall, Rupert Brooke: A Biography, Faber & Faber, Londra 1964, p. 513. 3 «The feet that ran with mine have found their goal», in The Poetical Works of Rupert Brooke, a cura di G. Keynes, Faber & Faber, Londra 1946, p. 207.

  4. Há 4 dias · Verselets: There's Wisdom In Women, V. The Soldier, Rupert BrookePaintings from the Art Institute of Chicago:1. In the Wings, Jean Louis ForainFrench, 1852-1...

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  5. Há 5 dias · John McCrae, the Canadian doctor who penned the iconic lines of "In Flanders Fields," a poem that gave us the poppy as a symbol of remembrance. Tragically, McCrae himself became one of the fallen in 1918. Rupert Brooke, the young poet whose romanticized view of war clashed with the brutal reality that awaited him.

  6. Há 3 dias · The Dead. Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold. Their sons, they gave, their immortality. Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth, Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain. And we have come into our heritage. Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!

  7. Há 2 dias · Paul Fussell’s The Great War and Modern Memory (one of the best books on the subject of war that I have read) and Robert Wohl’s The Generation of 1914 showed how combat soldiers could express their war experience in literary form and introduced me to the poetry of Rupert Brooke and Siegfried Sassoon and Wilfred Owen (the latter’s work powerfully cast into musical form in Benjamin Britten ...